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ljh-writing-blog · 3 months

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Konohagakure, 10/18 Year 49

As early morning light flooded in the unfurled curtains of the hospital room Biwako attempted to relax while her unborn child was making her morning particularly painful. Late last night they had come to the hospital in a hurry, Biwako barely able to stand from her sudden labor pains and intense panic. Surely it wasn’t supposed to hurt this much? The midwife said this birth would be much easier the second time around. Hiruzen rushed them to the hospital immediately and made sure his wife was as comfortable as possible before assuring her he would return after clearing his schedule for the day with the council. He had left at 5AM and it was 6:30AM now. Biwako didn’t like being left alone while so close to birth but was also thankful to have this short time to speak with her son before he would enter this shinobi world. Caressing her stomach she began speaking softly to her swollen bump,

“Asuma, in just a short time, at least I hope it’s just a short time. You will enter this world and join the Sarutobi clan. Our family is strong and loving, we possess the will of fire and bear it like a badge of honor and I know you will too. It is a dangerous world we live in, unfair and unkind, but shinobi like your father help make it a better place. Shinobi like you one day. Your father and brother are very excited to meet you, they talk to you so much I’m sure you’ll recognize their voices as soon as you hear them. I am so excited to meet you, I can’t wait to see what you’ll look like, though I’ll be happy as long as you’re healthy. That being said we are ready for you any time, so feel free to come as soon as you’d like.”

Letting out a chuckle at her last words she jumped in her hospital bed as her husband’s voice resonated in the quiet room, “That was beautiful, hanii. Much like you. I hope my absence wasn’t too long, I did try to be quick but you know the Council.” Hiruzen made his way to his wife’s bedside and sat in the chair next to it, placing one hand on her stomach and his other in her waiting palm. “You’re fine, anata. We just had a little chat about someone needing to hurry up in there.” Poking at her stomach as she said someone. Chuckling as well he leaned forward to place a small kiss on her rounded stomach, soon to be flat once their child graced them with his presence.

He could admit he would miss seeing her this way, round and glowing with his child in her womb. His wife mainly in dresses the last few months because pants have just been too much work. Not only would he miss her figure but he had mourned the loss of a possible daughter. It was best for Biwako that this be her last pregnancy, the last 36 weeks had taken a large toll on her health. While she was expected to make a full recovery, as long as the birth went well, they prioritized her life and the life they can give the children they already have over the possibility of a daughter in the future.

Being broken out of his thought by a large gasp from his wife as she squeezed his hand mercilessly he felt sorry for her. He couldn’t imagine the pain child birth was, though he hoped the midwife was correct and the process went smoother this time. “Anata, I need the doctor. It’s time.” She let out another moan of pain as Hiruzen stood at her words and pulled away from her to call for help. Dashing towards the hallway he called for help before returning to his wife’s side, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead he tried to remember everything he had done for his wife during the birth of their first son. As he heard the doctor entering the room he connected eyes with his wife and through her pain they both grinned in excitement. Here comes their son.

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At exactly 8:00AM on October 18th a baby, not an Asuma but an Asami, was born to the Sarutobi clan. Completely unexpected and taking the doctors by surprise considering she had evaded months of ultrasounds, she was born happy and healthy. Exactly 8 hours after that, at 4:00PM, the Asuma they were expecting was then born. It was no wonder this pregnancy had been so much more difficult, she had an extra seven pounds and eight ounces in her stomach. Biwako was overjoyed at their wondrous news, a boy and a girl! Though her son taking an extra eight hours to arrive was not very joyful. Never had they expected twins and the prospect was a little daunting to the two. Nevertheless they had everything they needed in their three children and each other.

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Konohagakure 10/19 Year 49

It was the day after the twins had been born and the Sarutobis decided they were ready for visitors. Calling on his team first he was excited to share the wonderful news, Tsunade had hoped Biwako was having a girl and was slightly disappointed when she found out they were having another son. Well, slightly was an understatement. After Jiraiya had loudly declared she had lost yet another bet and would need to pay up, she broke the table they had been sitting at and threw Jiraiya out of the restaurant. That had been a hefty bill for the Hokage and took quite some apologizing on his part. Orochimaru thought the encounter quite comical though and it was nice to see his pupil smile.

Being broken out of his thoughts by a loud knock followed by his young kunoichi hissing “Shh! We’re in a hospital!” and an even louder slapping noise he knew his students had arrived. Grinning to his wife who held a very quiet, but wide awake, Asami in her arms he gestured to the door. Biwako nodded with an encouraging smile, readjusting her daughter slightly to be sitting up. Standing to open the hospital door room with Asuma in his arms he took a deep breath before embracing the chaos.

“Would you quit hitting me, Tsunade! You and your brute strength!” Jiraiya groaned as he rubbed the back of his head. At that Orochimaru snickered, Tsunade wouldn’t take the slight lying down. The woman in mention narrowed her eyes at his words and was ready to verbally retaliate when the door opened and Sarutobi Sensei stood before them. All three students fell quiet as they peered at the baby in his arms, though Orochimaru tried to quiet his interest externally. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice, I wanted you to be the first we shared the good news with.” Hiruzen addressed his students before gesturing for them to enter the room behind him. A small smile on his face at the surprise waiting for them beyond the threshold.

A small gasp filled the room from Tsunade at the sight of Biwako sitting in her hospital bed with another baby. “Two babies? Twins! Please tell me that’s a girl!” The young kunoichi rushed to the mother’s side pulling up a chair to sit down as she reached her hands out for the child, hesitating when the words brute strength echoed in her head. Orochimaru recognized the look, even though Tsunade acted tough she was still an insecure girl sometimes. “You won’t hurt her, Jiraiya’s an idiot. Don’t listen to him.” He stated plainly, shoving her forward so she stumbled into the chair. “Hey!” Jiraiya knocked into his shoulder, why was everyone going after him today? Tsunade looked back with a small look of appreciation, he pretended not to notice and looked at Biwako curiously.

“She’s a girl right?” The pale faced nin gestured toward the baby she was placing into his team mate’s arms. “Yes she is! This is Asami, she’s quite the surprise. Born at 8:00AM yesterday.” The mother chirped back happily, glowing with motherly love and affection for her babies. “This here is Asuma, born at 4:00PM yesterday.” Hiruzen spoke as he patted Jiraiya’s shoulder and pushed him to sit down in the chair he was next to. As Jiraiya sat Hiruzen spoke to him quietly, “Cradle your arms and make sure you support his head and neck, he’s not made of glass there’s no need to look so nervous.” Jiraiya looked at his Sensei with nervousness in his eyes, babies are so small and he’s so… the opposite. Holding his arms out gently he allowed for the small bundle of life to be placed in his arms, unsure of what to do next he looked to the older man for any idea. Hiruzen barked out a laugh at the helpless look on his pupil’s face, enemy nin and rogue ninja were nothing but a baby had the young man in shambles. “Just hold him, son. He’s just a baby, he doesn’t do much.” Hearing his Sensei’s words he felt himself relax a bit, settling in with the baby in his arms the child quickly fell back asleep. Son, Hiruzen always says they’re like his family and maybe the old man really did mean it.

As Asuma settled it was like the energy he had was transferred to Asami and she began to start babbling and waving her hands around. Moving her head she seemed incredibly animated for a newborn. Something had caught her attention it seemed as her father noticed the baby’s eyes zeroing in on his only pupil that had het to greet her. Looking at the young man’s face it seemed the child had captivated even his most withdrawn student.

Orochimaru had been watching closely at the way Tsunade and the others handled the babies and believed he could do it. Though even he himself wasn’t sure why he wanted to do such a thing, he’s never liked children before. Though the girl had caught his attention, duping all medical professionals and seemingly born with luck on her side. Trying to garner the courage to ask if he could hold the child his Sensei seemed to know the situation better than he did. “Would you like to hold her, Orochimaru?” Hiruzen asked quietly enough that Jiraiya wouldn’t hear him, probably willing to answer for him and that wasn’t what he was looking for at the moment. Encouraging him with warm eyes he spoke once more, “She seems interested in you too.” Hesitating the younger male nodded, attempting to locate a chair before realizing they were both taken. He was slightly nervous about holding the newborn child while standing. The mother in Biwako appeared to notice his discomfort and offered him a seat, “You can sit on the bed with me, I know it’s a little scary standing with them at first.” She spoke to him quietly, patting the bed beside her as she kept looking at her baby boy in Jiraiya’s arms. Truthfully the avoided eye contact was a blessing, this encounter was making him feel vulnerable and he didn’t like it.

As soon as Tsunade placed Asami in his arms she settled, content to look up at his face in wonder. Returning her stare he began to take notice of her features. Her head full of dark hair catching his attention first, her small hands reaching towards his face caught his attention next, and lastly her eyes. They didn’t match anyone in the family, a striking color that reminded him of crackling embers and scorching flames. “Her eyes are beautiful aren’t they?” Biwako asked him, startling the pale faced nin out of his thoughts. Looking slightly sheepish that he had been caught he nodded to the mother and agreed. His sensei spoke from the other side of the room, “We believe she has been born with a will of fire so strong it even marks her outward appearance, she will become a very capable kunoichi some day. I hope she is able to study under all three of you, my students, to learn from the best.” At that Orochimaru looked at the babe in his arms once more, maybe he wouldn’t be opposed to training the child when she became of age. Maybe, he could be Asami’s sensei.

A/N: it’s meeee, ik i said i’d get this out like a week ago but i’ve had so much crazy shit going on lately i just couldn’t. i wrote this on my phone so sorry to computer users if the format is weird. pls enjoy and like/reblog/leave me a comment below on what you liked/didn’t.

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Okay I’m super hype fixated on Kakashi fics rn where the virgin!reader has some undercover mission where she needs to use her body and Kakashi either has to prepare her or accompany her and smut ensues…

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sunstaar · 2 years

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This is Home

Kakashi Hatake x fem!OC

Word Count: 5k art commissioned from the talented @kankuroplease !

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Summary: Kakashi now knew that after so many years of yearning for it, he finally found home.

Underneath Fuyumi’s fingertips, the juice flowing out of the sweet watermelon felt sticky each time her newly sharpened knife cut through its wet flesh. Occasionally, some of the watermelon seeds buried within it fell out of the deep red and right onto her white kitchen counter. By now, the previously pristine white had been stained by variations of the same soft pink and red of the watermelon, leaving behind splotches of it practically everywhere. Even her fingers which were holding the knife steadily had dots of pink and red all over them and grew sticky over time, almost as if they were attached to the handle of the knife by now. With her right hand, she went ahead and placed the neatly cut pieces of watermelon into one of her favorite bowls: one in a soft shade of beige and decorated with small silhouettes of various dogs decorating it (or ninken, as Kakashi liked to refer to them).

Once Fuyumi cut the last piece of the watermelon and made sure that she used up the fruit to its full extent, she first stored away the remainder of the green rind so that later it could land in the compost. Then, she began to thoroughly clean the knife she had just been using and her workspace, the smell of her cleaning products slightly stinging in her nose. In response, she ruffled it and almost let out a sneeze, one she luckily managed to keep in. Lastly, Fuyumi washed her hands and spent most time to get rid of the red staining underneath her fingers, ‘a natural nail polish’, as her friend Anko would comment with a laugh.

At the mere thought of what the purple-haired would say, Fuyumi also had to laugh. A day with Anko would never be a boring one, that was what she had learned after over a decade of friendship with the other woman. Save for the borderline offensive teasing Anko subjected her to, Fuyumi could not remember a single day on which she ever regretted their friendship. There was also the fact that she owed Anko a lot, such as that without her best friend, Fuyumi’s relationship with a certain silver-haired would have most likely remained more of a dream than coming closer to reality.

(Fuyumi theorized that at one point, Anko became fed up with the constant whining of both of her lovesick teammates, which led her to push at least one of them into a relationship with their target of affection. Not that Fuyumi could ever blame her for that.)

With a loud snap, she attached the matching beige lid to her bowl and closed it. Once, she turned it around and onto its head to make sure nothing would fall out, and lucky for her, the lid did not even budge a little. Then Fuyumi repeated the same process for the collection of other bowls placed all over her counter and kitchen table. They were bowls with various animals decorating them, such as mice, turtles, cats, and her personal favorites, small white snakes standing out against the shiny black surface of the bowl filled with cut and washed strawberries.

As she looked at her collection of bowls and the food stored within them, Fuyumi could not help but feel rather proud of herself. With her hands resting on her hips, she took a good look at her work before her gaze traveled over to the clock hanging on her wall, reminding her that there was little time left before Kakashi would come to pick her up for their date.

There was only packing everything left, and that shouldn’t take up much of her time.

On her kitchen table stood a picnic basket, delicately woven out of wicker and decorated with a red and white checkered lining at the lid, waiting to be filled with all the goods she spent so long preparing. It had been a well-thought-out gift of her mother’s, ‘a housewarming gift’, as the elderly woman had called it.

First went into the basket the miso soup Fuyumi had cooked the day before as an extra safety precaution she took, just to make sure that she would not mess this up. While the eggplant did look quite awkward and even miserable swimming in the soup, it couldn’t be denied that she did her best, despite her lack of cooking skill. Just to be sure, she checked the lid of the container once more and also the sides, noting how earlier she had heated it up to a temperature warm enough to be eaten later.

The various fruits she had cut up into bite-size pieces followed within their respective bowls, all sealed off with a matching lid. With the same precision she always dedicated to a round of Jenga, Fuyumi began stacking the many bowls on top of each other within the basket, making sure that none of them would topple over in case she tripped along the way. That also meant that tissues of various colors were stuffed in between the bowls to keep them from clanking against each other. While that made her little construction look messier than it did before, the safety hazard it posed did reduce.

Satisfied with her stacking, Fuyumi closed the lid of the basket and adjusted the cherry red bow attached to the lining of it to give it a fuller appearance. Even more satisfaction began piling up within her at the sight of her finished work, so much so that Fuyumi couldn’t stop herself from smiling widely.

To say she was excited would be a major understatement. She was so much so excited that as soon as the sound of her doorbell echoed through her apartment, she bolted out of her kitchen and toward the front door. Halfway, however, Fuyumi managed to regain most of her composure and slowed down to take the time to adjust the dress she wore and tighten her ponytail nervously. One last time, she checked herself and her appearance in the mirror hanging by the front door and once she confirmed it to be alright, she pulled open the door to see Kakashi standing on her doorstep, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Fuyumi’s smile from before bloomed on her features again. “Kakashi! Hello!”

“You sound like you’re surprised to see me.” Kakashi mused with a smile visible from underneath his mask. Just as visible was the smallest hint of a flush peaking out from underneath it.

“I’m surprised you aren’t late.” She teased.

“To meet up with you? Never.”

Smooth fucker, Fuyumi thought. There was barely anything that could make his wit falter.

“I’m flattered,” Major understatement there, based on how her cheeks were dusted pink. “and happy to see you.”

Kakashi had to clear his throat to regain his faux confident posture, his hands beginning to tremble the slightest bit as he held out the bouquet to his girlfriend. “I bought these for you.”

Carefully, Fuyumi took the stunning bouquet of flowers into her hands, which accidentally brushed his in the process. Both of them were startled at the sudden contact, and she even murmured a quiet apology, immediately moving to cradle the bouquet closer to herself. Her skin felt hotter than it did before, and the bouquet grew heavier in her grasp.

Fuyumi looked down to marvel at the undeniable beauty of the bouquet gifted to her. Heliotropes stood out the most within the bouquet due to the sheer abundance of them to strengthen their meaning, perfectly complimented by thornless dark pink and red roses. Red, white, and pink camellias were sprinkled in between and further tied the work of art together into one message, one solely dedicated to the receiver of it. A message hidden within the language of the flowers, brought together by the soft green paper the bouquet was wrapped in and by a bow almost the exact shade as her eyes were.

“Thank you, Kakashi,” She said, removing her gaze from it to look her boyfriend in his open eye. It was then that she noticed that he wore an eye patch to cover his Sharingan eye when his hitai-ate wouldn’t. With a distinct design of the silhouette of a pug stitched into the right corner of it, she would recognize the handmade work anywhere. “Hey, that’s the eye patch my mom made for you!”

Kakashi nodded with a newfound glint of excitement in his charcoal eye. “You’re right, it is,” With his now free hand, he delicately touched the eye patch to adjust it for it to sit comfortably on his skin. “I like it too much not to wear it, pebbles.”

Fuyumi let out a groan. “I thought we were beyond that name by now.” How he managed to turn a name he used to use to tease her whenever she did something slightly idiotic to something he so smoothly used to refer to her with affection laced in his tone would always remain a mystery to her.

Insult turned term of endearment, as she had once joked. And while she would never admit it to anyone, especially not to Kakashi, it always had her feeling special and loved.

He shook his head with a smile. “I think it’s adorable and it fits you quite well, my pebble.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Fuyumi raised her free hand in mock surrender and let out a small laugh as she took a step backward into her apartment. “How about you let me place the beautiful flowers you got me into a vase first, and then I’ll be back with you then. I wouldn’t want them to dry out.”

Kakashi nodded.

Fuyumi was quick to turn around and hurry back into her apartment and right into her kitchen, where she knew several vases were hidden in somewhere in her lower cupboard. She didn’t want to keep Kakashi waiting for too long, which was why in her hurry, she managed to almost knock over one of her vases while trying to grab a specific one.

“Shit.” Fuyumi cursed and breathed out heavily after she grabbed the vases before they could clank against one another loudly. Just her luck.

“Are you alright in there?” Kakashi called out from the doorstep of her apartment, worry lacing his tone.

Her forehead knocked against the cool marble counter for a moment as she took another breath, trying to calm her racing heart. “I’m fine!” She called out to him. “No need to worry!” Regardless of her saying that, she knew, he would worry anyway.

“You sure?” This time his voice came from much closer, and one look behind herself told Fuyumi that he was now standing in the doorway to her kitchen, his brows knitted into a furrow. With his arm, he leaned against the doorway and looked down at her with concern.

Fuyumi shot him a smile and held up both the bouquet of flowers and vase. “Just fine.” As she went to stand up, she almost toppled over, but quickly managed to regain her stability.

Kakashi, however, had been faster and now stood by her side, his hand placed on her arm as worry coursed through him. So clumsy, he thought. If he didn’t already have a mop of silver hair sitting atop his head, he would be growing strands of grey by now already.

“See, I’m fine.” Fuyumi grinned up at him before she wiggled her way out of his grasp.

“Sure you are.” He muttered underneath his breath, his open eye watching her carefully as she moved to fill up the vase with water.

“I always am.” Fuyumi sat as she adjusted the flowers in the vase. The flowers perfectly fit into the vase, so she noticed as she took a step backward. It was impossible for her not to marvel at the sight of them standing on her kitchen counter, highlighted by the rays of the sun shining through the window.

“I chose the flowers myself,” Kakashi confessed. “I wanted them to be more … special.” He hoped that didn’t ruin the bouquet for her.

Fuyumi turned to look at him with metaphorical hearts shining in her blue eyes. “I love them. Thank you.”

The silver-haired felt a bit taken aback, disbelief washing over his features. “You do?”

“Of course, I do. I’m not that superficial, Kakashi,” Fuyumi said with a scrunch of her nose. “You could have chosen the least matching flowers and I would still be happy. You put effort and thought into the bouquet, that matters to me.”

His heart fluttered at her words. “I’m glad you think so,” He extended his hand to her with a smile. “Shall we go, then?”

The smile on Fuyumi’s face left him breathless. “With pleasure,” With one hand she took the picnic basket and with the other his and squeezed it gently. “Lead the way.”

Even after having held Fuyumi’s hand countless times, Kakashi was sure that he would never get used to the shiver crawling down his spine as soon as their skin made contact with one another. He should expect it every time he intertwines their hands, but for some reason, her low body temperature caught him by surprise time and time again. With the sun shining down upon them, her frigid temperature was something he welcomed with a sigh.

“Using me as your personal freezer again, are you?” Fuyumi asked him with a cheeky smile. “Can’t say I blame you, it is rather hot today, even for me.”

Based on how the few other people roaming the streets wiped their forehead with a cotton cloth or the back of their hand, the heat was evidently affecting everyone in Konoha. For the village to get this warm was quite unusual and unexpected, seeing as barely anyone was prepared for such an increase in temperature.

Kakashi stole a glance at his girlfriend. “I just wanted to hold your hand, really. Your cold skin is just a benefit.”

Fuyumi let out a small giggle and squeezed his hand. “I also wanted your hand. The fact that I can help you cool down is a cool bonus.”

He couldn’t help but playfully roll his eyes at the pun she sneaked into her answer. “Is that so?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “With your mask, it must get hot sometimes.”

Almost shamefully, her eyes raked over his figure, taking in the way sweat was beginning to add a glow to his pale skin, defining the muscles he had gained after years of arduous training. The white shirt he decided to wear only did him and his physique favors, especially when combined with the pair of cotton shorts he wore. They only defined his equally strong legs more and gave them a more appealing look than they usually had.

The breath she sucked wasn’t missed by Kakashi, whose head snapped to fully look at her. “Wait, are you checking me out?”

“Maybe I am,” Fuyumi replied without an ounce of shame in her tone. “And what are you going to do about it, porcupine?”

“Ouch,” Teasingly, Kakashi placed his palm right above where his heart lay and looked at her with mock offense. “I thought you wouldn’t call me that anymore.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s just too great not to use on the occasion,” Fuyumi laughed. “Think about it positively, you are my favorite porcupine of them all.”

He tapped his chin with his finger. “I’ll think about it. If you stop protesting against me calling you ‘pebbles’.”

She should have seen it coming, really. “I’m only agreeing because it’s you asking, Kakashi.”

Kakashi threw his head back in laughter, a sight his girlfriend could only describe as captivating. His visible eyes squeezed shut as he let out a throaty laugh and even wrapped one of his arms around his stomach. As he leaned his head forward again, however, the string of his eye patch snapped all of a sudden and fell onto the ground, right in front of his feet. His laughter stopped at the sight and so did his smile, his hand letting go of Fuyumi’s. He stared at the eye patch unmoving at first, his open eye growing wider with shock while his hand began to tremble. Then he bent down and picked the cloth up, only to stare at it with disappointment flickering in his eye.

“Kakashi …” Fuyumi began, unsure of what to say. Beside herself, she placed down her picnic basket.

“I didn’t mean to …” When Kakashi spoke, he almost sounded like a child who was disappointed in himself. By the furrow of his brow, Fuyumi could tell the incoming wave of blame, followed by the telltale downward tug of his lips.

She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. “Kakashi, it’s okay, it could have happened to anybody,” Gently, Fuyumi took the eye patch out of his hands into her own, removing her hand from his shoulder to pick the dirt off of the soft material. A bit of the pug’s face was covered in dirt as was the light fabric out of which the patch was made, but it was nothing that wasn’t fixable. “It can be fixed, I promise.”

He still appeared disappointed with himself. “But Chizue put so much effort into making it …” The guilt heaved up within him, especially since he could vividly remember how he had promised to take good care of the loving gift given to him.

“And she would do it again, she would be happy to, trust me,” Fuyumi glanced down at the eye patch again, her finger coming to touch the snapped string. “And she won’t mind fixing it, because then she knows that you’ve been wearing it. That will make her very happy to know,” She smiled at him again. “Or I can fix it.”

The worry that crossed his features told her everything she needed to know.

“I can sew, you know!” Fuyumi said with a faux scowl. She knew just how to wave her hand in an exaggerated motion that would cheer him up at least a little. “Just because I messed up a few stitches once, doesn’t mean I am a sewing disaster!”

Kakashi looked at her with a slightly raised brow and a hint of a smile forming on his face.

“I’ll give it to my mom, I swear,” Playfully and again, exaggerated, she rolled her eyes and smiled at him. With much caution, Fuyumi placed the eye patch into the little pocket sewn into her basket before she stood up again, facing him. “but I’m telling you, you are underestimating me and my skill.”

He let out a small laugh, mischief lingering in his gaze. “Sure I am.”

“You’ll see one of these days, Hatake,” She promised with a determined look. Then she bent down again to pick up the picnic basket. “but that day is not today, just so you know. Because first, we picnic.”

The white-haired held her hand out to her boyfriend, waiting for him to intertwine their hands again. Once he did with a small shiver, she tugged at it to lead him down the road and right to their designation.

“I’m joking, you know that I would wear the eye patch again if you repaired it, pebbles.” Kakashi leaned forward and tugged his mask downward within a second, allowing it to pool at his neck for a moment while he quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek before covering his face again. The cheeky grin he wore, however, could not be covered.

The skin he pressed a kiss upon took on a small flush instantly as Fuyumi held her breath in surprise. Then, she breathed out, “You’re too cheeky sometimes, did you know that?”

Mirth made the charcoal of his eye burn brighter. “No, I didn’t. But do tell me more about what you think of me.”

Seeing Kakashi smile was as though she were intoxicated by it. There was something about the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and his cheeks moved upward that always had Fuyumi staring for a moment too long. His charcoal eyes would take on a new glow, one that made him appear so lively and carefree, especially when his muscles and back relaxed into a slight slouch that had become so familiar to her.

Not that she would ever tell him those things she noticed about him, so, Fuyumi shook her head. “Not in a million years.”

“I’ll wait, then.”

In the distance, Fuyumi could clearly see the destination of their date. On one of the many vast and green landscapes hidden in Konoha stood a large and presumably also a very old tree, one that casts a huge shadow across the landscape. When she had first found the spot, so far away from the constantly packed middle of the village, she had made sure to remember it for sunny days. It had come as no surprise that she had shown the place to Kakashi already, too excited to keep it to herself. To return to it with Kakashi by her side, time and time again, felt almost customary by now.

“You can wait while we eat all the food I prepared.”

A loud rumble came from Kakashi’s stomach as though called upon. Almost instantly, he turned away from his girlfriend with reddening cheeks and murmured an apology. Fuyumi on the other hand found it to be rather adorable.

With an almost exaggerated sigh, Fuyumi set the picnic basket down onto the grass and made sure that the moment she let it go, it wouldn’t tip over with all the food still inside.

“Kakashi, could you help me spread out the blanket, please?” Had her picnic blanket not already been in her basket, Fuyumi might have forgotten it back at home. As she held it one end of it out to her boyfriend, that did not matter much, though.

He was quick to lend a helping hand.

When they worked together, it was much easier to spread out the white and red checkered blanket evenly onto the grass than it was when either of them did the work alone. Neither of them could complain about the slight breeze created as they set it down. A good majority of the blanket lay underneath the shade of the tree, the occasional leaf falling down on it, meanwhile, some parts of it were hit by the harsh rays of the sun.

Next, Fuyumi began taking out all of her animal-themed bowls one by one, telling Kakashi about what she put into each one as she did so. Within the ones decorated with snakes, strawberries could be found, while the one with dogs held watermelon within. Grapes had found their way into the bowl with cats on it earlier that morning and apple she had cut into the bowl with silhouettes of bunnies.

And finally, as though it were a holy grail, Fuyumi held out the last bowl from the basket to Kakashi with a wide grin on her face. When he tilted his head at her in evident confusion, she proudly told him about how she had cooked some miso soup with eggplant specifically for him. “I couldn’t not cook it, it’s your favorite, after all.”

Kakashi carefully took the container, with pugs akin to Pakkun decorating it, into his hands and noted how warm it still was. “Did you cook it today?”

“Not exactly. I prepared it yesterday and heated it up today,” Fuyumi explained. In a quiet voice, she added: “I did my best so I hope it tastes at least decent.”

At the kind gesture, Kakashi could feel his heart beat against his chest from all the excitement he was feeling. With his charcoal eye, he peered down at the bowl before he opened it, careful not to spill any of the soup in the process. What he noticed immediately was the familiar smell of his favorite food intoxicating his sense of smell and almost leaving him drooling.

What he hadn’t noticed was Fuyumi standing up with doubt flashing across her face. When he finally did, the miso soup now put aside, his brows furrowed as he watched her inspect her flower-decorated dress.

“Wearing a white dress wasn’t the best decision,” Fuyumi commented with a nervous laugh, her gaze fixated on the now slightly green-stained ruffle of her long dress. She twirled around once in the dress to show Kakashi the back of it. “Is the back of the dress also stained?”

“A little bit.” Kakashi told her earnestly.

Her smile dropped noticeably, which had Kakashi’s heart aching at the sight of it. Immediately, he stood up from his position kneeling on the checkered blanket and made his way over to his girlfriend. While his one arm went to wrap around her waist to pull her closer, his hand resting on the small of her back, his other hand went to rest on her cheek, right above the scar dragging up from her jaw to the middle of her cheek. With a gentle pull, he pulled her closer to him, which had Fuyumi squealing in surprise.

Kakashi did not have to bend down much to whisper in her ear since their height difference was so minuscule. A shiver ran down her spine as his breath fanned over her ear. “Dirty or not dirty, I think you look gorgeous in it regardless.”

Fuyumi’s cheeks took on a shade of red she had not sported today. Sheepishly, she went to hide her face in the masked crook of his neck, but not without pressing a small kiss to it first. “Stop it, you liar.”

He let out a chuckle and took a step back, forcing her face to reemerge from her hiding spot. Again, he rested his hand on her cheek to have her look at him. “I would never lie to you about that, pebbles,” With his mask still on, he pressed a kiss to her other cheek. “Trust me, I think you’re gorgeous no matter what you wear.”

The embarrassment coursing through her began washing away and left Fuyumi bolder than before. Without having to stand up on her tiptoes, she leaned upward and pressed a kiss to the lower end of the scar where it met his black face mask. Then she pressed another above the spot and another, moving upward with each kiss she pressed to his scar. The last kiss landed right below his eyebrow, where she lingered a bit longer than on the other spots.

When she finally leaned away from the silver-haired beauty, Fuyumi felt entranced by the pair of charcoal and crimson eyes staring at her with so much affection. A large grin stretched across her lips at the sight. “I love you.”

Underneath his mask, Kakashi’s lips, too, spread into a wide grin as he looked down at his girlfriend. His Sharingan eye remained open to capture the sight that was her standing in his arms. To see her standing there sometimes felt like a fever dream to him. But there she was, her curly white hair tied up into a high ponytail with a cerulean hair tie, some strands falling into her face to frame it and her blue eyes perfectly. He couldn’t look away from how her pink lips looked so soft, almost stretching all the way to the scar on her cheek.

At that moment, he knew for sure.

His other arm went to also wrap around her waist, both of his hands intertwining on the small of her back. Similar to before, he tugged her body towards his, resulting in Fuyumi’s chest gently colliding with his, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders to settle comfortably against him. Then, much to her surprise, he tightened his grip around her and began to lift her upward, her feet completely losing contact with the ground.

Fuyumi let out a squeal at the feeling and secured her grip on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” She laughed.

Kakashi moved his face closer to hers and smiled at her as though she were the only one in his world, “Holding the woman I love. Isn’t that obvious?”

Her eyes widened at hearing the words and her grip on him loosed, disbelief washing over her. “You- what?”

He let out a chuckle and leaned even closer to her, their noses almost touching. In a hushed whisper between them, he repeated his statement, “I love you.” His Sharingan eye spun wildly, taking in the changes of her expression to never forget them.

Seeing how she smiled at him with so much affection in her gaze, he knew, was worth to forever remain in his memory. “I love you too.”

Kakashi’s smile only grew wider as he teased, “You might have mentioned that already.”

Fuyumi gently slapped his shoulder before she rested her hand on it again, a defiant glint in her eyes. “And I will mention it another thousand times if I want to.”

“I’m counting on it.” Kami, he could hear her speak those three words again and again for the rest of their lives and never tire of hearing them. Each time she would speak the words would feel like the first time she did, he could already tell.

“So am I,” Fuyumi told him earnestly, her gaze flickering down to his mask as she spoke, “Can I … kiss you?”

Kakashi nodded, feeling as though the right words to say got lost on his tongue.

He could vividly remember when he was younger, Kakashi’s father always used to tell him about how home was not a place, but rather the person who held his heart in their hands. As a child, he used to scoff at the mere idea of it and vehemently denied it, finding it too metaphorical to be true. How could a person be one’s home? That didn’t make sense, he had thought. Though, now, as he held Fuyumi so closely in his arms, her lips pressed against his unmasked ones, he could only confirm what he had been told years ago. Because Kakashi now knew that after so many years of yearning for it, he finally found home.

#my oc #oc: fuyu #oc: fuyumi mori #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake x oc #kakashi hatake x female oc #kakashi hatake imagine #kakashi hatake x reader #hatake kakashi x oc #hatake kakashi x female oc #haatke kakashi x reader #naruto oc

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hemm-hux · 1 year

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“Kakashi made me miso soup every day for a week when I got out of the hospital.” Honōka thinks Kakashi makes the best miso soup. He always gets the seasoning just right.

“No wonder Honōka’s so attached to you, pup. The quickest way to the heart is through the stomach.”

Kakashi flushes. He’s a mixture of pleased and embarrassed.

“Maa… I thought the quickest way to the heart was through the ribs…”

Honōka by Yujina

#naruto fanfiction #kakashi hatake #orochimaru #Kakashi hatake x Oc #danzo shimura #minato namikaze #ao3 recs

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angel-nia · 7 months

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/23830063/chapters/57262300

Just finished reading published chapters, can't wait for more.

#harry potter #naruto #crossover #fem harry potter #kakashi hatake x oc #alternate universe #fanfic #artwork #kakashi hatake #mokuton

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kleftiko · 1 year

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❦ FLOPPY HAT

cw: none, this is fluff

alternate title: team 7’s first impression of you

kakashi always delays your mornings. he’s late to everything and one of the reasons is because he prefers to keep you in a loving headlock each morning (he calls it cuddling, but it’s inescapable) while he reads his books.

needless to say, when he finally leaves much later than he should for his first mission with his new team, you can get ready and go outside to tend to your garden.

only to get severely pissed off.

your garden was new, kakashi had his routine and your garden literally got in the way of it, BUT DID HE HAVE TO WALK RIGHT THROUGH IT FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK????

your blood boils and you feel it in your cheeks as you see the murderous footprints of kakashi who was probably reading his stupid icha icha instead of looking where he was going.

team seven, on the other hand, is being continuously amazed by their new teacher. they can’t land a single blow on him, he seems invincible to everything. and they’re about to give up hope when they hear the piercing scream of of a killer, a sound so horrifying it shakes their sensei to a halt.

it’s you. and you’re pissed.

“kakashi hatake! how many times have i told you to look where you’re going!!!”

the man freezes as he sees you coming over the horizon. a jonin knows when he’s defeated, and seeing his significant other blowing steam out their ears as they march straight towards him, he knows he’s done for.

he doesn’t do much when you approach him. and team seven look on in horror as you rip the book out of his hands.

“this is what happens when you read your stupid book while you walk!” you swing the novel down onto his head. repeatedly. “you ruined my garden again! this is the last time kakashi!!”

your man takes the beating, slightly laughing at you because your assault doesn’t hurt, and team seven is looking at this random person in a floppy sun hat beat their sensei.

kakashi holds you in his arms. no book in his hands this time as his fingers run up and down your back.

“that better be the last time, kakashi.” you mumble into his chest. he chuckles and adjusts the two of you on the couch. after todays kerffufle, you went home and took a nap. kakashi had replanted everything while you slept, leaving a path that he can walk through in the morning. it looked funky, and out of place with everything else, but it was sweet.

“it’ll be the last time.” he assures. “my team thinks you’re pretty scary:”

“that’s cause i’m the only one who can kick your ass.”

#kakashi headcanons #team kakashi #kakashi sensei #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x oc #kakashi imagines #naruto x reader #kakashi fluff

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kazuha-pista-badam · 14 days

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kakashi the type of person to blush when you guys accidentally touch hands bcs he's so fucking touch starved

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akamikazae · 13 days

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Modern Lovers⋆.✧*:･

#kakashi #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi x oc #kakaoc #kakashi fanart #naruto #naruto oc #modern au #Oc: Akami #my art #kaz draws #kami + kashi

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mavrintarou · 4 months

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[Daddies in December] Hatake Kakashi

Happy New Year! I hope you had a fantastic holiday. I know it's technically January now but I have a few drafts still and I think I can FINALLY get them out. This is long, I just couldn't stop.

Warning: Angst, reconnection, and smut

“I hope you all have a wonderful holiday, thank you for taking my class. If you’re in my next class, see you next year.” Kakashi ended his last class for the semester, dismissing his students.

One by one, each of them thanked and complimented him on his class, giving him great feedback.

At last, the door to his class closed and he took a deep breath.

Reaching for his phone in his pocket, he has a few unread messages but none from Y/n.

Ever since she dropped the bomb on him about her pregnancy exactly a week ago, neither has spoken to the other.

Kakashi didn’t exactly take the news well, blurting something he shouldn’t have said and every time he thought about it, he wanted to beat himself up.

“It’s not mine.” It wasn’t a question but a statement. It couldn’t be Kakashi. One, he always wore a condom. Two, he was nearly forty-three and his doctor told him he had low sperm count!

He was not blind to the pain written on her face.

Their last encounter did not end very well.

He used this week as an excuse to get through the semester for his students; now, he must face the consequences.

Day and night, 24/7, Y/n was all he could think about.

He’ll admit that he let his anger get the best of him. He let his past trauma control and dictate his actions towards Y/n, who didn’t deserve any of it.

Kakashi could come up with a million excuses and reasons how it cannot be his child, for one, after his injury during a mission, he was told having any children was no longer an option.

But he couldn’t excuse the fact that she was a virgin when he bedded her and Y/n wasn’t one to have multiple men even if they were officially in a relationship. Their fling was exclusive for the most part. Even if Kakashi had used condoms every time they had sex and had been told he couldn’t have children… there was always a possibility…

He groaned, suddenly remembering a time when they had both just come. Still in a daze of euphoria, he slipped off the filled condom. Only with Y/n, does he ever ejaculate so much. His cock was still erect, oozing with leftover cum.

Kakashi’s eyes glaze over her wet pussy that coated with her wetness.

He had only had raw sex once in his entire life when he was still young and that was the first and the last time he had done so…

But he was so tempted just to be swallowed by Y/n’s hot and tight pussy.

“Just once,” he murmured before slipping his cock, raw, inside of her. Y/n gasped at the same time he groaned, feeling the same bliss of skin on skin. “Just want to be cock-warmed by your pussy…”

Even if he had just allowed her pussy to wrap around his raw cock for a few minutes, that could have resulted in this unplanned pregnancy.

Y/n had no reason to lie to him, she wasn’t one to manipulate and trap him with a child.

He’d known her since she was twelve, he was best friends with her brother who was in the same military unit as him. Who died saving him.

Y/n knew she should have just left the fallen pen on the ground but her determined self wanted to be independent and pick it up.

Now, she was stuck in a crouching position, able to stand back up after successfully grabbing the pen.

Being almost eight months pregnant with twins, with only a solid four weeks left, she was large. Very large.

She gripped the edge of the table, taking deep breaths to build up the strength to stand without peeing in her underwear.

She needed help.

Her assistant Viv was out running a delivery and wouldn’t return for another ten minutes at the earliest.

“Are you okay?”

Y/n’s head snapped up, eyes meeting the father of her unborn babies. When had he entered her shop? How did she miss the bell ringing at the door? She blinked before looking away embarrassed.

“Why are you down there?” He looked over, frowning.

Taking a deep breath and setting her pride aside, “Kakashi,” she called his name sharply.

“Yes?”

She looked up at him sternly, “I need your help.”

His eyes widen in a flash of panic. “What’s wrong?”

Placing both her hands on the table, she reached out to him, “I can’t get back up, help me.”

Quickly walking around the table, he looked at her, seeing she was crouching down, “are you hurt?”

Y/n shook her head, “no, I just – I just can’t get back up, my belly is too big. Just support me and help me stand.”

Going behind her, Kakashi took her outreached hand and wrapped the other gently below her bulging belly, “slowly…” he cooed lifting her until she could straighten up. As soon as she was back on her feet again she tugged her hand away, walking away from him.

She cleared her throat, wiping her hand on her overalls. “Thank you. What are you doing here?”

Kakashi’s eyes fell on her belly, the last time he saw her was two months ago. “I…” he inhales, “I want to talk.” He noticed her body switching to defense mode, and he took a careful step towards her. “Just talk, that’s all.”

“I’m not sure there is anything to discuss, nothing needs further clarification.” Her tone struggled to stay in control. “You made it clear where you stand.”

Kakashi expected her hostile attitude and gave her a small smile, “you don’t owe me any of your time but I ask kindly, please, can we talk about the baby?”

“No.”

He exhaled softly, she was going to make this difficult for him. “Okay,” he continued to smile at her, “I’ll come back tomorrow and try again.”

She glared at him, and he knew it was meant to make him fear her, but he found her adorable. “My answer will still be no.”

“Then I’ll come back the next day.”

The next day, Kakashi returned, with a basket of fruits. The fruits Y/n likes.

“Can we talk?”

“No.”

“Okay, I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Every day Kakashi returned with a gift and would leave with a sigh and his usual phrase as soon as Y/n turned him down, “okay, I’ll come back tomorrow.”

He stopped at the door and turned around, “please at least tell me what you would like for me to bring tomorrow. I’m running out of ideas.”

Before Y/n could tell him anything, Viv answered on her behalf, “Takoyaki please!”

Y/n turned her head, giving her a silent serious look.

“Takoyaki tomorrow then,” he waved before leaving.

“Seriously?” Viv groaned, “the man is doing all that to just talk to you. Can you imagine what he would do when you give in?”

Instead of answering her, Y/n turned her heels and headed to the cooler. Viv followed behind her, carrying the bag of chips and snacks. “I have seriously gained weight from all the gifts he has brought in.”

“Then stop eating it,” Y/n answered rather sharply.

“Well, you won’t eat it, so someone has to?”

Y/n ignored her, grabbing a few bundles of bouquets before heading back to the front of the shop.

“How do you guys know each other?”

Sighing, Y/n answered, “I’ve known him since I was twelve, my brother met him in school and since then he’s been pretty much part of the family.” She grabbed a white rose, one of her favorites. “They both enlisted into the military together and were deployed together.” Her breath hitched, “but Kakashi was the only one who returned home alive.”

Viv leaned over to hug her. She knew about her brother’s death and how it had affected her.

Y/n has barely spoken about Kakashi but it did not take much for Viv to put two and two together to confirm, she asked, “he’s the father of your babies?”

It was a long pause before Y/n answered quietly, “yes.”

“It seems like to me, he wants to be part of your life?”

For a second, Y/n zoned out. “He didn’t want us at first.”

“Key word, at first.” Viv clarified, leaning onto the table. “Not trying to create excuses for him but just stating that people can change overnight. He didn’t want you guys at first but what if he wants you guys now?” She stares silently at Y/n before walking away, “people can change and it could start with their actions.”

When Kakashi arrives the next day with two orders of Takoyakis, he glances around the shop looking for Y/n.

Viv greets him and answers his silent question, “she’s resting in the office, she kind of had a rough morning.”

“Ah,” Kakashi nodded, passing the bag of Takoyakis to her. “Maybe this might lighten her mood?”

Viv motioned for him to go on ahead to the back room, “it’s the first door to the left.”

Kakashi gently knocked on the door slightly closed door before slowly opening it. He catches sight of Y/n, her back facing towards him. “Hey…” He froze, hearing a sharp gasp.

Y/n moans, a hand clutching her belly.

A loud pop echoes the room followed by the sound of gushing fluid.

“Ah!”

Kakashi reaches Y/n before she can stumble forward. His eyes widen when he sees the floor wet. “Is that…”

“My water… my water just broke…” She gasps, her hand grips tightly around Kakashi’s arms as her contractions begin.

“What’s going on!” Viv burst through the door and gulped, “are the twins coming?”

“Twins?” Kakashi shouted, he looked at Y/n with wide eyes, “you’re expecting twins?”

Kakashi has been watching the chests of the two tiny humans rise and fall in one incubator. He had only discovered a few hours ago that all this time, Y/n was carrying twins.

He is now the father of not one, but two babies. A boy and a girl.

They were early by three weeks, his son is slightly smaller than his sister and has been crying from the separation of his sister after the cesarian surgery that the nurse has kept them together.

Y/n was recovering, and sleeping with the help of some medications and he left her alone to go visit the nursery.

The door to the nursery opened and the nurse peeked her head out, “would you like to come hold them?”

Dressed in a gown, Kakashi’s hands trembled as he neared his babies. They were so small.

“Would you like to hold one at a time or both of them?”

“Both,” Kakashi answered in a heartbeat.

He took a seat in the glider and the nurse carefully handled one baby at a time, setting one in each arm. He can feel his throat tightening at the immense emotions swelling within him.

Their hats were removed and after a wash and dry, Kakashi could see their physical traits.

Though it was faint, their hair was visibly silver just like their father's with Y/n’s eye color.

During the surgery, Kakashi kept his gaze and attention on Y/n, he had never felt so useless, unable to take away any of the pain she was feeling.

As soon as the surgery room echoed with the first cry, a tear slid from the corner of Y/n’s eyes. Kakashi reached to wipe it away, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

A second cry echoes the room along with the first baby and together, Kakashi and Y/n sighed in relief.

“Here are your babies!” the nurse carried them over, bringing them close.

Kakashi has never been a sentimental one but before he knew it, his cheeks were wet. Amidst the bustling room, his focus narrowed to the sight of the two infants’ cheeks nestled against the individual who had been nurturing them for the past few months.

He recalled reaching for his phone and capturing an image to cherish the moment.

Once they settled into a private room, the babies were brought back where Y/n got to hold the both of them for the first time. The nurse spent the next hour informing Y/n and Kakashi on how to care for the babies.

“Do you want to try and nurse them?” the nurse asked.

Y/n nodded, her gaze fixed on the two babies in her arms with affectionate eyes.

Kakashi was on the verge of exiting the room to give them some privacy when Y/n remarked, “it’s all right; you can stay.”

He stayed seated at the end of the bed, watching as the nurse helped Y/n untie her gown. He felt his cheeks flush when her breasts were exposed. Kakashi couldn’t help but notice how full and engorged they looked.

“Hey daddy, why don’t you come closer, you could learn a thing or two.” The nurse urges, waving him over.

Kakashi walked around the bed and sat beside Y/n. He tried to keep his heart rate down as he watched his son immediately suckle cutely the moment he tasted the liquid gold. He chuckles, his finger rubbing his chubby cheek.

His daughter remained snoozing. Kakashi reached to nudge her cheek gently, “hey you.” The tiny baby stirred and yawned adorably before whimpering.

Y/n giggled and brought her over to her other breast, urging and cooing the baby to suckle.

As soon as their feeding was over, Y/n was ordered to rest and the babies were brought back to the nursery. Not wanting to disturb Y/n, Kakashi made his way down to the nursery.

Cradling both infants in his arms felt surreal; he had only recently come to terms with the idea of expecting one baby, and now there were two. During the months when he and Y/n were apart, he discreetly acquired various items. However, he hadn’t presented them to Y/n, uncertain of her willingness to accept them.

An unsettling sense persisted with him, urging him to engage in a conversation with Y/n.

Kakashi truly wants to make it work between him and Y/n, not just for the sake of his babies now but because he really cares for her.

Y/n hadn’t voiced it yet, but she was thankful for Kakashi’s presence. Even if they are only working together for the sake of their babies.

She thought she would have to go through this all alone, and though she spent most of her pregnancy alone, she didn’t know what happened for Kakashi to change his mind at the last minute.

Whatever the reason was, she wasn’t going to question it because as much as she did not want to admit it, she needed Kakashi.

When she discovered she was expecting twins, she panicked. She had seen a single mother raise one kid and it already made her nervous but just her luck, she was going to be a single mother and raising two.

Y/n didn’t take the initiative to inform Kakashi about expecting twins, especially considering his initial reluctance towards taking responsibility. When the twins were finally born, she anticipated him making a hasty exit.

Upon waking from each hospital nap, her first thought was a concern about being alone in the room, wondering if he had discreetly left with no intention of returning.

It was as though he could sense it; Kakashi would enter her room and greet her with a smile as she awoke. Every time, he would inquire, “do you want to see the babies?”

He stayed with her for the four days of recovery and insisted on taking them home when they were finally released from the hospital.

Y/n was in no position to decline his offer, accepting it with a soft, “yes, please.” The car ride of them four was quiet. The babies slept through, tucked cozily in their car seats.

She didn’t want to assume or expect, she would take whatever Kakashi had to offer.

“Thank you for the ride,” she said quietly as soon as he parked in front of her apartment. She unbuckled her seat belt and froze when he turned off the engine to his car, unbuckling his seat belt as well. “you’re coming… inside?”

“Of course,” he said with a matter-of-fact tone, “you’re not supposed to be carrying anything more than a few pounds, remember?”

Kakashi carried both babies into the apartment, setting them down on the couch before returning to his car to gather the rest of the other items.

While it was just the three of them, Y/n cooed at her two sleeping babies. “Welcome home.”

“Kakashi,” Y/n called his name quietly, he turned his head, looking away from his daughter that’s nestled in the crook of his arm. “I appreciate you being here with us.” She inhaled softly, “but you are not obligated in any way to be here.”

It has been three days, three days of Kakashi giving them his undivided attention. He had told her that he would stay a few nights, only leaving home to shower and grab some items before returning.

Due to her cesarean surgery, she had restricted movements, with swift sitting and standing being prohibited. All remaining activities were geared towards minimizing the risk of reopening her wound.

She wouldn’t have been able to relax and stay off her feet if it wasn’t for the help of Kakashi. He had made their meals, handled the babies, and assisted Y/n with tending to her after-birth wound.

“I don’t want…” her voice croaked, “I don’t want you to feel obligated to be here, because you and I both know – “

“I want to be here. I want to be here because I am choosing to be here, not because I’m obligated,” Kakashi clarified softly. He adjusts his daughter in his arms, “I know there is nothing I can do to take back how I had initially reacted to the pregnancy. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. The only thing I can offer you now are my actions, maybe my words.” He scoots closer until he is sitting beside Y/n who is nursing their son. “I want to be with you and the babies. Through it all. I’m not going anywhere and if I am, it is wherever you three are.”

Y/n stares into Kakashi’s eyes, searching, searching for something she knew was not there. “So,” she whispers, “you want to be with us as their father?”

“Yes.” He answered without a second thought. “I want to do the honorable thing and marry you if you allow.”

“For the sake of the babies?”

Kakashi stammered for a second, “well, that too but I want to be a husband to you.”

“Do you… can you love me?”

Silence sat heavy between them before he answered, “I can learn to love you.” He wasn’t sure if the tears that filled her eyes were tears of joy or pain. They pooled at her lower eyelid, refusing to fall down her cheeks. “I – I don’t know how to love, but I can learn. If you can give me a leeway, I’ll learn to love you.”

Y/n turned away so he wouldn’t see her tears fall as she quickly wiped them with her sleeve. “Okay. I’m okay with that.”

Nine months have passed and within that time frame, Kakashi proposed in the presence of their two-month-old babies and moved into their place, taking over the spare room beside Y/n.

They formalized their marriage in the presence of an intimate gathering. Despite being married, they maintained separate sleeping quarters. Their connection remains amicable, marked by occasional displays of affection centered around the babies. Their lives persist with the primary emphasis and priority placed on their little ones.

Y/n continued her life running her flower shop and Kakashi resumed teaching at the university.

With two babies, time went by quicker than they anticipated and before they knew it, winter had arrived and Y/n’s business slowed while Kakashi was on winter break.

It was the night of New Year's Eve, the babies had gone to bed at their usual time leaving Kakashi and Y/n alone. Though they spent many nights alone together, it was exceptionally different, considering that their first night together had happened the same day two years ago.

“Did… you want to watch the ball drop with me?” Kakashi asked when Y/n had finished preparing her nightly tea.

Caught off guard Y/n froze for a split second before answering, “sure, if you don’t mind.”

“Never, never with you.”

Her heart fluttered and she turned away to hide her red cheeks. “Wou – would you like a cup of tea too?”

“Please,” he said softly.

When Y/n returned Kakashi had lit a few candles and had two throw blankets out but he was nowhere in the room. At that moment, he exits the baby's room, returning.

“Emi began fussing but she went right back to sleep with the pacifier.” He reached for the cup of tea.

Y/n stepped forward to hand him the cup when she stumbled, the hot tea spilled onto his hand.

“Oh my God!” she shouted, setting the cup on the coffee table before checking his hand. She immediately tugged her shirt, gently drying his hand to inspect the burn. It was red. “Let me go get some toothpaste!”

She returned with some gauze and the tube of toothpaste and quickly applied it all over his hand before bandaging it up. “I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay,” he murmured.

Y/n looked up at him with worried eyes, not noticing that he had been quiet and allowing her to tend to his wound. He was happy to have this interaction with her.

Kakashi reached up to brush her hair behind her ear. “Y/n.”

Y/n could melt that instant hearing him call her name, she always loved how he said her name. “Yes?”

“I’m tired of living this way,” his eyes flashed at his choice of words and he quickly corrected himself, “I mean in a way of I am tired of living like we’re strangers but parents to our children.” His eyes search hers, to make sure she didn’t misunderstand his initial words. “I want to be more than a husband to you, I want to be your rock, the person you can rely on.” Kakashi inhales sharply before speaking the next few words. “I want to be someone you love.”

“I do love you, Kakashi,” Y/n replied, “I have loved you for many years since I was probably a teenager.” She rubbed her thumb over his bandaged hand. “You were my first crush and first love. I still love you.” She looked down at his hand, “but you always just saw me as Brian’s little sister.”

With his other hand, Kakashi cupped her face, guiding her to look at him. “It is true, I did see you as Brian’s little cute sister who was so shy when I was around, but when I returned from my first deployment and you were nineteen… a grown woman… believe me when I tell you that you were the most beautiful woman in my life since that day.” He closed his eyes and released a deep breath, “then Brian and I were deployed again and that day – “ he choked on his words. “Days before that day, he had said to me – as if he knew his days were counting down, he said to me ‘I know you have something going for Y/n, I see the way you stare at her. I’ve noticed it. If anything ever happens to me, take care of my sister for me, will ‘ya? You’re the only man I trust with her.’” His thumb reached up to swipe the tear that slipped from her eyes. “Y/n, I didn’t exactly grow up with love or how to love? I learned how to love and be loved the hard way or no way at all. Please – give me grace… teach me how to love, teach me how to be loved, and teach me how to be in love with you because I don’t want it with anyone else.” He pressed his lips against hers. “I just want you love and I want to love you. Teach me how to love you so that you’ll love me back.”

Y/n threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. “I love you, Kakashi. I love you and I am in love with you.” She lifts herself to look down at him with a bright smile. “I know you already love me, you show it to me in different ways but I know you love me and our babies.”

“Y/n,” he calls her name huskily.

“Hmm?”

“Please, kiss me…”

Y/n giggles and fulfills his request. Immediately everything around them began to escalate. Kakashi’s hands slipped beneath her shirt, rubbing her back. His fingers fumble with the back of her bra strap. “Kakashi…”

“Sorry, I just… I just miss touching you…”

“No – no please… please touch me. I need you.”

Kakashi groaned, “I need you badly too…”

“But before we have sex – can we share rooms? I… will it be too soon to move into one?” Y/n asked with a tint of pink on her cheeks.

Kakashi smiled, “you have no idea how long I have been dying to share a room with you. I missed you so much.”

“I just thought you didn’t want to sleep with me.”

He shook his head, “no – I wanted to after we got married but I didn’t exactly know how to approach you with that question. I didn’t know if… you wanted your own space still.”

Y/n pecked his lips, “move in, I want you to make love to me every night.”

“You might regret that…”

The bed softly creaked against the floor, thrashing against the wall with each slow thrust of Kakashi.

He rolled his hips, grunting each time his cock stroked entirely into her sweet pussy.

“I love you… I have loved you for so long…” His fingers tightened around hers as he pinned them above her head. “I don’t want to waste a second without you anymore…”

“Me too – me too Ka – ashi…” Y/n moaned and gasped, “I’m so close, please –“

Kakashi cut her words with a kiss, his tongue thrusting past her lips to dance with hers. He was close too, it had been too long and he wasn’t going to last much longer.

With deeper rolls of his hips, Kakshi groaned against her mouth as he cums into the condom. He continued to slowly thrust, feeling Y/n’s walls clench and tightly tremble around his cock.

As they came down from their high, Kakashi gazed lovingly down at her. “I might be late but… Happy New Year, I cannot wait to start this year with you and our babies.” Tenderly, he takes her hand, adorned with the wedding ring, and gently kisses it. “I love you, wifey.”

. . .

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